-Dean-
“So now... I’m going to kill you.”
Once again, my father didn’t show any fear. Maybe he believed I couldn’t follow through, or perhaps he simply didn’t fear death. Given that my own grandfather had tried to kill both my mother and father, it seemed that sons killing their fathers might be a family tradition.
“Then pull the trigger,” my father said calmly.
I shook my head slowly, a sinister smile spreading across my lips. I could see the confusion in his eyes. Then I lowered the gun and tucked it into the waistband of my pants behind my back.
“I’m not going to shoot you,” I growled. “That would be too easy. No, we’re going to fight, and I’m going to win. After that, I’ll shoot you.”
My father stared at me in silence for a moment. He made no attempt to speak, simply extending hi
